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chapter fifty-four
blast from the past
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JORDANNA JONESHAD never felt so out of place in her body before. Ever since she was able to allow herself to live in luxury, that was all she knew from then on. She knew designer sunglasses, six-inch stilettoes, fresh blowouts, and regularly booked nail appointments.
It had been years since Jordanna had been on the run, always keeping a wary eye out for people who lurked in the shadows. The last time she was in this crappy, crack-of-the-ass town was when she was sixteen. She stayed here for around six months before word got out that her father had found her.
She wouldn't openly admit it, pride and all, but once upon a time she did call this town home, she felt safe here, safer than she ever did back in Mystic Falls.
Plus, she knew Klaus would hate it here and that merely amused her.
Jordanna sighed impatiently as she stood in the line at the gas station. If anyone saw her, you wouldn't bat an eyelid, she didn't look herself.
Hayley's old, ragged Converse sat on her feet whilst her legs were clad in low-waisted jeans. A t-shirt with an old band sat clad on her chest. To be fair, she didn't hate the outfit, what she hated was how flat her hair looked.
God, I miss my hairdresser, she thought with an internal groan.
Once she was finished up in the gas station, she walked out the door with a look of triumph. Klaus, who was leant against the SUV, sighed in dismay as she waved a hat around playfully.
"Absolutely not," Klaus objected with a shake of his head, he sent the woman a pointed glare.
Jordanna pursed her lips and furrowed her brows mockingly. "I'm sorry... it almost sounds like you're arguing," she stated playfully, raising her eyebrows at him before she moved to open the car door, placing her bag of items in the back seat, leaving the hat in her hand.
